Most Limeños would agree that a day without eating is like a day without life, so I start off at the city's top bakery, Panko's, where the shelves are filled with fresh, sweet and savoury delights. After gulping down a rich coffee I amble up past the Plaza San Martin, presided over by the Gran Hotel Bolivar, which shakes a mean pisco sour, the national cocktail. It's a bit early in the day for that, so I keep heading north onto Jiŕon de la Union, a pedestrian-only shopping street, which darts straight into the city's historical center. It leads to the venerable Plaza de Armas, flanked by the Palacio de Gobierno, where Peru's president lives, and La Catedral, where the remains of Spanish explorer Francisco Pizarro rest. A quick detour takes me on a guided tour of the ghoulish Museo de la Inquisición or over to the Museo Taurino, with its glorious relics of bullfights past.
Then it's time for lunch at L'Eau Vive, a nonprofit restaurant inside a colonial mansion run by a French order of nuns. I devote the early afternoon to Peru's ancient civilizations at either the Museo Larco or the Museo de la Nación, either one an inexpensive taxi ride away from the city center. Then before the sun sets, I'm off to the ritzy suburb of Miraflores for shopping and sunset views of the Pacific Ocean, enjoyed from a pierside table at La Rosa Náutica or the equally gourmand El Señorio del Sulco restaurant atop the cliffs. After dark, I speed down to Barranco, an artsy, eclectic barrio (neighborhood) best-known for its live music clubs and DJs that keep the beats going till the break of dawn. |